“Oh, punk is it? That’s a new one,” he laughed, shifting into a groan when Frank’s fingers found that spot inside of him, curling towards Frank, his toes flexing as his hips shuddered.

His nails dug into Frank’s shoulder, carving faint red lines over his skin. His breath hitched, head laying back and baring his throat to the other.

“Fraaaaank,” he begged, rolling his body.